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Chapter 11: The Girl Who Couldn't Say No
"Please," the whisper was insistently ragged and he knew it wasn't a dream. A weight lay across his chest as he slowly came back into his body.
His black eyes snapped open and he blinked harshly through sleep-filled blurriness. A reddish outline of hair framing a pale face peeked up from his bare chest, green eyes wide and hungry with desire.
"Please," she kissed his chest and the sensation of it made him quiver.
His voice caught in his throat. Lily was safe, here, with him, as though not even a moment had passed since they had fallen into a sexually sated sleep. He had no way of knowing how long had passed- he did not allow meddlesome paintings with prying eyes and wandering tongues or superfluous furniture in his secret room.
And when he realized she was laying naked across his own bare body, black cloak spread up to her thighs so that if he looked down her back, he could see the top of her milky arse peeking indulgently from the midnight black fabric, he gasped slightly as his body roared to life with desire for her.
"I'm still dreaming," he said, trying not to show any emotion in his carefully controlled quiet voice, even as he reached out to stroke a stray strand of coppery hair from her face.
"You were moaning," she said playfully, flicking at his nose. At the mention of the word, his arousal increased exponentially and he wished that he wasn't such an uptight bastard, so full of practiced control, even in the presence of what could only be a figment of his imagination.
"Oh, I see someone else has woken up as well," she said, slightly rolling to the side of him and sliding a finger on her right hand up the side of his now erect shaft and cracking that mischievous grin that warmed his head like summer sunshine.
"You probably shouldn't do that," he forced himself to reply with a slightly sarcastic tone, swallowing slowly, "You don't know what I am capable of."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure I know what you're capable of," she half-closed her eyes and traced his lips with her left hand. She moved her thumb and fingers on her right hand into a circle that looked a little bit like the "OK" symbol and began sliding them from the tip of him until it bottomed out against his body and back again.
He closed his eyes, because he couldn't trust himself to say anything else, bringing his knees up and slightly pushing back against her grasp.
"Good boy, Sev," her smile came through in her voice and he imagined exactly how she looked, touching him his core.
She began to roll her wrist and quicken her pace, and he matched her breath by breath. With her left hand, she stroked his jawbone, running it down his neck and into the hollow area near between his collarbone and shoulder, where it lingered, softly caressing him along the hard line of his chest.
"Tell me," she purred quietly, "Tell me how much you want my mouth on you."
He grimaced, preventing a low moan from escaping his lips and tried his best at keeping a dispassionate tone, "Do you really need to ask me that?"
"Oh, so that's how it is, is it?" she giggled softly, and her hand stopped pumping back and forth abruptly.
He was so used to the movement at that point, that for few moments, he faintly thrust a little into her hand and a moan of horny frustration finally escaped him.
"Oh tsk tsk tsk," she said in mock concern, patting his lips with a finger as though wagging at him and then he felt her moving her body onto his and expected to feel her lips upon his own, but suddenly, a new sensation hit him and he couldn't help but moan in earnest.
His eyes snapped open and he beheld the rise and fall of her bare bottom in his face as she bobbed her mouth over his erect cock, sliding her tongue down the shaft as she took him in. She used one hand to steady herself, but the other gripped around the base of him, holding it in place. He had no idea where she would have learned such a thing, but he didn't care, after all, what is the use in demanding logic from a dream, hallucination or whatever….this….. was? All he cared about was the feeling of their bodies sliding together, creating a soft erotic friction.
She paused a moment and he took the opportunity to raise his hands and lay them on her arse cheeks, rubbing them and delighting in how full and firm they were at this angle. She flushed and turned around to look at him.
"You certainly are full of surprises," she said, giving him a wicked grin and he reveled in her glee.
The last time he'd seen that grin was in their fifth year potions class when he found an improved workaround for a particularly complicated drought of Ironwine Coagulus while partnered up with Lily in class and they had finished first in the class, receiving a hearty applause from Professor Slughorn and had been invited to a private "club" meeting later on that evening where Professor Slughorn treated them to a number of delectable sugared fruit treats bought for him by the Minister who'd just returned from holiday in the Bahamas as well as a walk through his rare personal ingredient storeroom.
The only thing that had happened that night other than a couple of knowing glances at one another as Slughorn had droned on about his famous friends was when their hands had brushed as they had both reached for some Elderwyld blooms to touch their silken petals at the exact same time. He felt that electric shock run through his body once again, and she had looked him full in the eye as Slughorn had obliviously rambled on and given him the same smile she was giving him now, full of silent heat and desire, just begging him to do something.
Touch me, I dare you.
The silent command hung in the air, and she knew that he had heard it as clearly as if she'd spoken aloud. They'd known each other for so long that it was inevitable that they could read one another without speaking.
At the time, he'd been so awkward, so afraid, that he simply pulled his hand away quickly and mumbled an apology into the floor. The light in her eyes went out and her smile had faded into a polite grin, but the blaze on her face betrayed her, and he could barely look at her for the rest of the night because she'd stuck her tongue out just so while making an offhanded comment about Braxus Nector and he knew she was telling him how she wanted to run her tongue up his neck. She pretended to suck on her lip as though in thought, but he really knew that she was simulating her lips locked against his, and it was so maddeningly arousing that he couldn't stop thinking about it long after he'd returned to his dorm. Every time she looked at him, it was a frustratingly pleasurable torture and she didn't even have to raise her wand. But he never could bring himself to do anything more and it had been only a couple short months later when he'd ruined everything forever.
'But it's not too late. We have this now,' he thought to himself, and pressed two fingers up against the heat of her labia, tracing the entrance of her sex softly as she moaned and moved back down to lick the head of his cock. He'd had enough time to play with her body while under the influence of Polyjuice to know that by simply twisting his fingers in to a "come hither" position and rubbing them against the inner walls of her pussy like so, that her body would most certainly respond favorably indeed.
He could feel her flexing and sucking the fingers inside of her with pleasure, almost with as much vigor as what her mouth was doing to him. It wasn't going to last for much longer, he thought, not at the rate with which simply hearing her lewd sucking noises were driving him crazy.
He could feel her heat pulsing more intensely now as he stroked his fingers inside of her with one hand and massaged one of her arsecheeks with the other. As she started to grind deeply into his hand, he abruptly pulled his hand away and grabbed her hips suddenly, her mouth popping off of his cock with an almost comical sound as she yelped in surprise.
He slid his hands up to her waist and rolled and twisted her body in his deceptively strong, lean arms until she was facing him, her face still frozen in surprise.
"Hello," he growled huskily.
"Hello yourself," she said, her face flushed, voice breathless.
As she sat on top of his stomach, he poked her ass with his throbbing erection and she giggled shyly at the lewd gesture.
"You did say last time that you wanted me to…..well….you know…" He had to look away from her, then, because he simply could not bring himself to say it.
She leaned down and kissed him then, allowing him to taste her mouth and the soft sweetness of her lips and he shivered against her touch.
"Why, Severus Snape, are you trying to tell me that you want to pump your hot come inside of me?" she slid back, and he felt the hot humid wetness of her against him.
His face flushed red, then, which was quite the feat, seeing as he regularly looked as pale as though he had less than the recommended amount of blood in his body.
"Saying things like that," he panted, "You must really be a fantasy not to die of embarrassment."
She stuck out her tongue in a way that made his cock twitch remembering the feeling of it on his skin, "It's not embarrassing if that's how I feel. I don't spend my life quietly brooding like you, you know. It's never really been my thing."
His cheeks began to lighten as he gathered a bit of courage and finally said it:
"What about this thing?"
"What are you-ahhhn!"
In one swift motion, he pulled his knees up and spread her ass cheeks wide with his long fingers, pushing the wet slit of her sex around and down to the hilt with his cock. Her hips moved twitchily as though involuntarily riding on the pleasure inside of her, and he curled his hands around her hips, fingers resting lightly on her ass, easing her up and down on top of him.
She was panting and her face was redder than ever, but she still smiled at him in a shy, secret way when his eyes met hers.
She was still smiling when his hips began to pump back against hers in earnest, holding onto her arse as leverage and she lay against his chest, breasts softly bouncing against his chest and whispering breathlessly to him to pump her full of his semen.
"I don't want one drop to be spilled," she moaned to him, and he moaned wordlessly in reply.
He wasn't sure he could stop his hips from sliding his cock back and forth inside of her, but he knew that neither of them wanted to stop as the heat and light built inside his head, as though the sun were rising inside of his skull.
"Oh, Sev," she said finally, when he didn't think he could hold out much longer, "I'm gonna….gonna..."
She never finished her sentence before she shuddered violently, her body pulsing on top of him with pleasure, and he too could not stop her pussy from milking his cock as he came hard and fast until he felt like he was completely dry inside, the head of his cock kissing her cervix and holding it all inside of her womb.
He lay perfectly flat with her straddled on top of him and she was absently kissing him softly on his chest, but it felt strangely far away. The silence was almost a roar in the absence of any sound beyond their own shallow breaths.
"Well?" She looked at him, finally, and ran her top lip over the bottom in an exaggerated look of innocence.
He met her gaze intensely and placed one long finger on her lips.
"Again," he panted and pulled her lips to his again.